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Hi, You said it well.I remember this war poem by Thomas Hardy from when I was in junior high: The Man He Killed Had he and I but metBy some old ancient inn,We should have set us down to wetRight many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because--Because he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;That's clear enough; although He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,Off-hand like--just as I--Was out of work--had sold his traps--No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is!You shoot a fellow downYou'd treat, if met where any bar is,Or help to half a crown.Thomas Hardy I always found this poem rueful, and it makes me feel a kinship with the English.
Thanks Carol,I sort of remember that poem, it's very true. Yeah, we're all human. Calling us by another name doesn't change that.Helm.
Hi,
ReplyDeleteYou said it well.
I remember this war poem by Thomas Hardy from when I was in junior high:
The Man He Killed
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although
He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.
Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.
Thomas Hardy
I always found this poem rueful, and it makes me feel a kinship with the English.
Thanks Carol,
ReplyDeleteI sort of remember that poem, it's very true. Yeah, we're all human. Calling us by another name doesn't change that.
Helm.